the conquistadors, they all vomit livesn& the raped people are left with empty eyesn& in their reflections, you are hypnotizednanother destroyed culturenyou have left traumatizednnyou hypnotizengod-damn your eyesnyour fucking liesnn& their maps of conquestnthey chart the unknown seasnand their malicious giftnis in a new diseasenthey pray to broken crossesnthen they pontificatenthey leave a trail of bloodshednthat paves the police-statennyou hypnotizengod-damn your eyesnyour fucking liesnn& now they are the legendsnthe kings of industrynthe genocide of millionsnclear cut the forest treesnthey meet at giant tablesnto divide the spoilsnthey play their games of leisurenupon the bloodied soilsnnyou hypnotizengod-damn your eyesnyour fucking liesnnthe more the path is pavednthe more we give awayn& moss blocks out the dayn& stone turns into claynyou've worn out every masknthe first one leaves at lastnyou've mastered every tasknbut you'll die with the past